Pisces, your day opens on the image of a splintered shipwreck on a turbulent sea. Salvage what’s left of yourself, you drifter, but beware, for the frayed neurons of your mind play host to a fearsome predator. The familiar scent of rot and vulgarity that surrounds you is the perfect breeding ground for this cryptic, bloodthirsty stalker, at home in your thoughts. Its laughter echoes through the festering labyrinth of your psyche, taking delight in your torment. Your reality sways as if over an abyss, the veils of sanity stretched thin, threatening to snap. Take care, Pisces. For in the theatre of your mind, the next act is, terrifyingly, yours.

Tonight, you might sense the twinkle of spectral light; the reflection of countless desolated souls in your dreams. You may hear a beckoning whisper, an invitation or perhaps a warning, from the disembodied voices that drift down from the constellations, dripping with incomprehensible horror. Curl within the warmth of your flesh and bone, Pisces, as you navigate a world crafted carefully from your nightmares. For the monsters you’ve nurtured in the trenches of your subconscious will pull back the curtain tonight, and they most certainly enjoy company. Do not venture alone into your slumber’s embrace, lest you want to face the unspeakable terror of your dreamscape. Be vigilant, dear Pisces, because the night is not your friend; it is a deceiving companion that wears your fears on its sleeve.